A friendly couple came over for supper last Friday. After having a glass of wine, or two, my male counterpart, Andrew, embarked on a rather risky activity of ... complaining about his wife. As he looked compelled to do it, and to make things somewhat lighter, I jumped in and brought up a few things that irritate me in my wife's functioning. Soon, we had a spontaneous "therapy session" - men teasing women, and vice versa. And this was nothing really serious - about bra being found on the floor, or too many shoes, or snoring, etc. We had plenty of laughs and generally good time. Still, the next morning, my wife was upset with me, claiming I went too far with some comments. (In particular, she took exception in my jokes about people from Sosnowiec, the town she is from, jokes so popular in Upper Silesia Region, where I grew up.) The whole experience made me to think - what is the role of my wife in my life , especially now, when we aspire to happy retirement? I...